Stray Dog

Okay, we have a male lab-mix puppy who is living (temporarily) in our back yard. If you want him you will have a dream dog. He is so sweet( his tail is always wagging), he loves attention, and he will sit there all day long, as long as you rub him. He is a chocolate brown with four perfect white socks, and an interrupted stripe down his chest. His only problem is he jumps on people (he is not potty trained but what do you expect out of a puppy). I am guessing he is six months to a year old. He is not neutered and is very thin. I cannot get any pics up for our main computer is down.

Vacation

I am going to try to make each day of vacation three lines short, so tighten your seat belts and here we go.

Sunday: Left at five thirty, got to Jersey, and spent the night. (A twelve hour drive.....Are we crazy)

Monday: we saw Lady Liberty - while we were there a gift shop had to evacuate. Why? don't know. (tight security) Left to go to ski resort in Berkshires (western Mass)

Tuesday: Went to The Clark and Hildene. Hildene was so beautiful. I loved it.

Wednesday: Went to Cooperstown's Baseball Hall of Fame. First lemon peel baseball I had ever seen.

Thursday: Went to Norman Rockwell museum - his paintings are fabulous. They are so realistic yet pretty. Boys went to a game at Fenway. Girls met Micki and her two youngest kids.

Friday: Visited Concord museum, drove to Minutemen National Park, and saw The North Bridge, where The Shot Heard Round the World happened.

Saturday: Emigrated to Maine and got a cute, four bed two bathroom cottage (it was small)

Sunday: Drove to Acadia it was so beautiful. I like it better that the Grand Canyon, and we ate lobster.

Monday: We departed Maine and went to New York and went to Citi Field (Shea stadium)

Tuesday: Left and drove home. We ended up driving 74 hours and 24 minutes.

I hope you did not get confused.... sorry if you did Bye

Be Careful What You Say

Last Saturday at Sweet Mothers (as my dad would say it) a certain somebody asked me with a sound of disgust "Did you brush you hair this morning ?''

Drats! He noticed that my hair was parted down the middle, my bangs everywhere, the tips of my hair went in, out, and straight, and might I add that my hair was very very puffy. (I woke up too late, so I only had time to brush my teeth) My humiliated reply was, " No I didn't." Right about then, I was praying that someone that I did not know would come and say that my hair was so perfect, and they wanted to know how I did it. My reply would have been "It is all natural!"

To my dismay that did not happen. And as it would happened he (and my mom) started to pick on me saying " You should right a blog post about that rat's nest on top of your head, but there is no rat that lives in it. It's just how your hair is." Maybe next time he will be more careful on what they tell me to right a blog.

Tic-Tac story

Once upon a time a little girl had eaten all of her orange Tic-Tacs. She had asked her older brother to give her one of his red Tic-Tacs, and being the loving brother that he was, he gave her one. But then the little girl decided she did not want a Tic-Tac, so she thought she would not be mean and stuck the tic-tac up her nose. Since the Tic-Tac was spicy her nose started to run red snot.

She heard a teenage girl behind her saying," Mrs. Lady the little girl has a bloody nose."

The Lady turned around in her seat in the car and looked and thought, "that really looks too red for blood."

Then the teenage girl exclaimed "Mrs. Lady, she stuck a Tic-Tac up her nose!"

When the little girl sneezed, the Tic-Tac went flying across the van, and everything ended happily ever after.
The End

Our Family's Talents

Now where should I begin. I guess I should start with my Super Mom. In school she played volleyball, maybe that is how she learned how to not to kill me when I want to learn something in my physical body, but then my mental mind decides to be come determined not to understand what my mom wants to teach me. It is confusing. Back to my mom she got married and had four beautiful babies (me the most beautiful in particular), then decided to home school us, and that is a feat in itself.

I will now move to my Wonderful Father. Let's see, he knows how to make, fix, and/or clean computers, cars, sinks, dog jumps, manure forks, etc. He knows how to fix things that are not broken and make them work better. This wonderful man runs my doggy four to five miles every other morning. Oh yeah, he married the most beautiful woman ever.

Alyssa is the oldest child,what else can I say? She has great patience (something I am in great need of) and likes to do things her own way. She knows how to do pointe to perfection, has a part time job and know how to put fashion into it all. She somehow finds time to take siblings to the mall, movies, beaches etc.

Kevin knows how to cream me at every card game I throw at him. He plays baseball, basketball and golf (he creams me at those too, but do not pity me). Along the way he has changed from old basketball shorts and holey shirts to preppy Ralph Lauren Polos (preferable with the Sea Island logo) and Ralph Lauren shorts and pants. Oh, I and better not forget to mention his precious, that-no-one-else-can-touch Costa sunglasses.

Victoria, that little girl, knows the difference between a real Vera Bradly and a fake one (shame on those copy-catters) in a matter of seconds. She can memorize a piano piece after a few tries, but along the way she learns to do them wrong, her own Victoria way. Victoria is the child who does Ballet with such grace and wins tacky trophies the size of an Imax screen in pageants and unfortunately then they end up in our room.

Now I need to stop typing because my boo-tay is hurting.

The Wendy's Worker

"How can I help you sir?" asked the Wendy's worker with the extreme radio. I ordered my meal thinking he was going to change his voice to normal, but as the meal went on it just got more weird and funny. We sat down waiting for our drinks, and he started to whistle non-stop through his teeth so it almost sounded like a snake. But he only whistled when he was through taking an order and was filling the drinks. So we were praying that more people would come. After a few more minutes of hideous whistling, he decided to come check up on us saying...."How are we doing, family?" with his deep fake sounding radio voice.

My mother was so close to saying," What family? I just picked these people up off the street.''

After this my little sister decided to trade a kid's meal toy CD for The "Mini Go Fish Game" while my dad went to go get some drink refilled. This is word for word what was said, "Mister may I trade this CD for the Mini Go Fish Game?'' asked Victoria.

''Sorry little girl, but we only have two kinds of games, but I will let you pick,'' he said in his radio voice. So he brought out the Mini Go Fish Game - the game my sister asked for!!!!

He was happy I was not the "little girl."